The naga's eyes seem to be getting deeper, swirling pits of a deep, dark purple sea. Your head sways a bit as you look at them, the roar of the crowd dimming to a mere background noise. All that you see clearly is the naga, as she slithers her way towards you, smiling widely, invitingly, as her upper torso sways to and fro, great bosom jiggling and bouncing.
Normally, you'd be in it to flatten her and start slurping her up, but those eyes are so curiously nice and drawing that you don't even mind as she comes up and starts to wind her thick, plump coils around you!
You can feel her thick scales winding around your long-furred bulk, slowly beginning to squeeze and squeeze, tighter and tighter. It takes a while, because you're a very BIG woman, but even so, you can't help but stare at the naga and shiver, until she is once more eye to eye, muzzle to muzzle with you, her coils completely surrounding out. She needs all of her length to seal you up, and now she just stares at you, her forked tongue flickering in and out.
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